Welcome To Storybrooke ✓ [OUAT Peter Pan x Reader]

Chat With Henry

YOUR POV

I woke up and realized I slept way more than I intended to. Peter was sitting on a chair and looking out the window, playing with his cuffs.

"Hey..." I said, scratching my head.

"Oh, you're awake." Peter said in surprise and walked over to me. "How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good." I replied as he sat beside me.

"Emma visited and said we're invited to the party to celebrate Henry's return."

"Okay...how long did I sleep?"

"I don't know, I kind of fell asleep after you did."

I checked my phone and it was almost seven.

"We should probably get ready." I told him.

"I'm pretty fine in what I'm wearing." Peter said.

"I think you should change," I told him and laughed a little. "I don't think they'd like it when you show up to a party wearing that."

He looked down at his clothes.

"You're right." Peter looked at me through his lashes. "I get to keep the cuffs, right?"

"Yeah, of course." I gave him a pat on the shoulder and went to the restroom.

I went back out and he was already wearing new clothes. *Picture up therrrr*

"I took off the cuffs, it didn't really go well with the outfit..." He mumbled.

"You look great." I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

We headed out of the room and made our way to the dinning area.

Everyone was already there, talking to each other, when we arrived.

Henry was seated at the farthest sofa, abnormally quiet.

I tugged at Peter's sleeve trying to get his attention as he gazed around the room.

He looked down at me.

"Let's go talk to Henry, yeah?" I asked.

"Y-yeah." He stuttered.

We made our way to Henry's table and he looked up from his untouched hot cocoa to face us.

"Hey, Henry." I greeted.

"Hey!" He greeted back.

He seemed fine, so me and Peter took a seat on the couch across him.

"So, what's up?" Henry asked.

"Nothing much." I replied.

"It sure does feel good to be back home."

"Yeah."

"Sorry, though." Peter said.

"It's fine Peter." I reassured him. "It was all Piper's fault anyway."

Henry twitched and changed the subject. He was probably too traumatized by the experience.

I cocked an eyebrow and glanced at Peter, who was looking intently at Henry.

Peter didn't seem to notice anything different.

I knew something was wrong. But I needed to prove it. And I know I can prove it.

The night went on, drinking—I didn't really drink that much, but Peter drank a ton—, chatting, just having fun.

"Come on, (Y/N)!" Peter nagged. "Just one shot!

"No...I really don't drink..." I protested.

"Just one!" Peter's voice pitch was changing from high to low because he was already tipsy.

I mean, Peter is a boy, but there was still a man inside of him. So that doesn't really stop him from taking shots.

"Fine..." I gave in.

Peter and his other new friends—aka the dwarves and Captain Hook—cheered.

I sat beside Peter as he offered me a shot glass.

I took it in my hand and swallowed it as soon as the liquid hit my mouth.

I was coughing a lot and my head was already spinning.

Peter put a hand in my back. "Are you okay?"

"N-no..." I coughed out. I looked up and all of the world around me was a blur.

"We should get her to her room." Grumpy said.

"You're right." Peter agreed.

I felt myself being carried up.

"Actually, I uh, want to stay with my mom...Regina mom." I heard Henry say.

Even if my head was writing and none of my senses were functioning well, I knew it was him.

"Oh...okay." I heard Emma reply, a bit shocked.

I closed my eyes slowly.

Henry wanted to stay with my mom? For the first time ever?

Something was definitely not right.

Then everything shut down.

I blacked out.